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Dorothy Inman is a Louisville transplant from St. Louis, MO. She spent 8 years in the corporate world and is now a stay at home mom. She is currently pursuing a career in writing and also co-leads the "Create" Art team at her church. Join her in her musings about writing, art, religion and this thing we call life.

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Drama
is very important in life: You have to come on with a bang. You never
want to go out with a whimper. Everything can have drama if done
right. Even a pancake. Julia Child

I have the fondest memories as a kid of my mom or dad getting up and making pancakes for us. Sometimes it was for a holiday and sometimes it was for no reason at all. Every once in a while my sister, brother and I would get up before my parents and make pancakes to serve them breakfast in bed. We would love to use my mom's breakfast tray that hung on the wall in the kitchen and then crowd on the bed to talk as they would eat. We were far from the Cleaver family, but this always brought us all together.

Pancakes are a staple in most American households. With simple ingredients these delectable saucers of sweet bready goodness can be made. They are also a go to when you can't figure out what to make for dinner. AND super cheap too!! If you have a picky eater, no fear, pancakes are sure to …

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Margaret Wolf
Hungerford
When I was a little girl I remember my grandpa Ted would always talk about
all of his "beautiful girls." When I heard it I believed it was
true because he was always (well almost always) right about everything...at
least when you were in his house, that is. I had a cousin
of mine who told me every time she saw me with her contagious smile,
"You're so pretty". I thought, "If Theresa is saying it
(because she's so awesome), then it must be true". I didn't really
question what they said because they loved me and that was all that mattered.

I am not sure when the insecurities of not feeling up to par as far as my
looks went came into play. It was quite possibly in elementary school
when I shot up taller than all of the other kids and stood towering over
them. I remember one time when we were playing a game in gym and one of
the boys was making fun of me because I ha…

There is a letter my third grade teacher, Mrs. Westbrook, gave me on February 16, 1990 that is hanging on my refrigerator. It reads, "I really think you might grow up to be an author. I'm so glad you like to write creative stories! You do a great job!" I leave it there to encourage myself that at one time there was someone out there who saw potential in a 9 year old little girl to be a writer. This life has taken me on some pretty bumpy rides, but if there has been one thing that has been constant, it is my writing. It started with a drawer full of notebooks with unfinished novels in my elementary and teen years. I am hope it ends with a published novel. I started this blog to share my writing with you, but also to share my hopes, dreams, trials and victories.